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Diamanda Galas - 8 Men And 4 Women
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Diamanda Galas - Let My People Go
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Diamanda Galas - Litanies of Satan
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Diamanda Galas - Les Litanies de Satan
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Diamanda Galas - Deliver Me From Mine Enemies
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Diamanda Galas - Yes, I Like the T.V.
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Diamanda Galas - Abel Et Cain
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Diamanda Galas - Do You Take This Man?
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Diamanda Galas - Gloomy Sunday
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Diamanda Galas - I Put A Spell On You
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Diamanda Galas - I Wake Up And See The Face Of The Devil
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Diamanda Galas - Let's Not Chat About Despair
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Diamanda Galas - Panopticon
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Diamanda Galas - Si La Muerte
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Diamanda Galas - Solo L'Antichristo
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Diamanda Galas - You Must Be Certain Of The Devil
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Diamanda Galas - Artemis
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Diamanda Galas - At The Dark End Of The Street
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Diamanda Galas - Autumn Leaves
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Diamanda Galas - Baby's Insane
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Diamanda Galas - Birds Of Death
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Diamanda Galas - Blind Man's Cry
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Diamanda Galas - Confessional
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Diamanda Galas - Cris D'Aveugle
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Diamanda Galas - Cunt
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Diamanda Galas - Dancing in the dark
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Diamanda Galas - Do I See A light
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Diamanda Galas - Double-Barrel Prayer
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Diamanda Galas - Down So Low
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Diamanda Galas - Epistle To The Transients
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Diamanda Galas - Frenzy
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Diamanda Galas - Heauton Timoroumenos (self Tormentor)
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Diamanda Galas - Heaven Have Mercy
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Diamanda Galas - How Shall Our Judgement Be Carried Out Upon The Wicked
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Diamanda Galas - I Shall Not Fear
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Diamanda Galas - I'm So Lonesome I Could Cry
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Diamanda Galas - Insane Asylum
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Diamanda Galas - Interlude (Time)
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Diamanda Galas - Iron Lady
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Diamanda Galas - Judgement Day
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Diamanda Galas - L'Heautontimioroumenos
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Diamanda Galas - Last Night You Came Back
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Diamanda Galas - Let Us Praise the Masters of Slow Death
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Diamanda Galas - Long Black Veil
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Diamanda Galas - Malediction
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Diamanda Galas - My World Is Empty Without You
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Diamanda Galas - Nomen Exterminus
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Diamanda Galas - O, Death
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Diamanda Galas - Old Dogbone
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Diamanda Galas - Orders From The Dead
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Diamanda Galas - Seance
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Diamanda Galas - See That My Grave Is Kept Clean
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Diamanda Galas - Sevda Zinçiri
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Diamanda Galas - Sex Is Violent
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Diamanda Galas - Smell
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Diamanda Galas - Spider
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Diamanda Galas - Strange Hours
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Diamanda Galas - Supplica A Mia Madre
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Diamanda Galas - The Dance
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Diamanda Galas - The Desert
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Diamanda Galas - The Thrill Is Gone
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Diamanda Galas - Todesfugue
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Diamanda Galas - Tony
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Diamanda Galas - Vein
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Diamanda Galas - Were You A Witness
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Diamanda Galas - Were You There When They Crucified My Lord
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Diamanda Galas - What Is My Name
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Diamanda Galas - Why It's The Angel Of Death
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Diamanda Galas - Wild Women With Steaknives
Blind Man's Cry
Diamanda Galas
A spike still splits it
Nailed up I am coffinless
They drove the nail in my eye
The nailed eye is not dead
And the spike still splits it
Deus misericors
Deus misericors
The hammer pounds my wooden head
The hammer that will make the cross
Deus misericors
Deus misericors
The undertaker birds
Are thus afraid of my body
My gologotha is not over
Lamma lamma sabacthani
Doves of Death
Be thirsty for my body
Red as a gun-port
The sore is on the edge
Like the drooling gum
Of a toothless laughing old woman
The sore is on the edge
Red as a gun-port
I see circles of gold
The white sun bites me
I've two holes pierced by an iron bar
Reddened in the forge of hell
I see a circle of gold
The sky's fire bites me
In the marrow twists
A tear which comes out
I see inside paradise
Miserere de profundis
In my skull twists
A sulfur tear which comes out
Blessed the good dead man
The saved dead man who sleeps
Happy the martyrs the chosen
With the Virgin and the Jesus
Oh blessed the dead man
The judged dead man who sleeps
A knight outside
Reposes without remorse
In the hallowed cemetery
In his granite siesta
The man of stone outside
Has two eyes without remorse
Oh, I feel you still
Yellow moors of Armor
I feel my rosary in my fingers
And Christ in bore on the wood
I gape at you still
O dead Armor Sky
Pardon for praying hard
Lord, if it is fate
My esyes two burning holy-water fonts
The devil puts his fingers inside
Pardon for crying loud
Lord against fate
I hear the northwind
Which bugles like a horn
It is the hunting call for the kill of the dead
I bay enough on my own
I hear the northwind
I hear the horn's knell
